Page 99 of Imprisoned

I take Willow’s hand in mine, feeling the familiar softness of her skin against my calloused palm.

“Walk with me,” I say, nodding toward the stretch of beach that curves beyond the rocky outcropping. Away from the house,away from Tommy’s watchful security cameras, away from Anna’s kind but ever-present gaze.

Willow tilts her head, studying my face. “Everything okay?”

“Everything’s perfect. Just want you to myself for a bit.”

She smiles, eyes crinkling at the corners. “Lead the way.”

We stroll along the shoreline, the damp sand cool beneath our feet as the sun dips toward the horizon, painting the sky in shades of orange and pink.

Here, the cove feels more private, sheltered by palms and the natural curve of the shoreline. The only witness to us is the fading light and the endless ocean.

I stop walking and turn to face Willow, my hands finding her waist. “Swim with me?”

“Now? We didn’t bring suits.”

I raise an eyebrow, a challenge in my eyes. “Who needs them?”

Willow glances back toward the house, though it’s no longer visible from here. “Skinny dipping? Really?”

“Afraid?” I tease, already pulling my t-shirt over my head.

She laughs. That uninhibited sound still surprises me whenever I hear it. “Not on your life, Morrison.”

In one fluid motion, she grabs the hem of her sundress and pulls it upward, revealing the smooth skin of her stomach, her ribs, and her breasts. I watch, transfixed as always by her confidence, her beauty. She stands before me, unapologetically naked in the fading light, her blonde hair tumbling over her shoulders.

“Well?” she challenges. “Are you coming?”

I shed my remaining clothes quickly, feeling the evening breeze against my skin. Together, we wade into the warm waters, the gentle waves lapping at our bodies as we move deeper. The water feels like silk, embracing us as dusk settles over our private paradise.

I pull Willow against me in the water, feeling her slick skin sliding against mine. The sunset paints her skin golden, droplets clinging to her eyelashes as she looks at me.

“You’re fucking perfect.” My hands slide down to grip her ass. “Every inch of you.”

She wraps her legs around my waist, the buoyancy of the water making it effortless. “So are you.” She runs her fingers through my hair. “My dangerous man.”

I dip my head to taste the salt on her neck, biting gently. “You like that I’m dangerous. Admit it.”

Willow moans softly as I suck at her pulse point. “I love it. I love how you make me feel when you take control.”

I cup her breast, feeling her nipple harden against my palm. “Tell me what you want,” I demand.

“I want to feel you inside me. Right here in the ocean.”

I grip her thighs tighter, positioning her. “You want to display your devotion publicly? To demonstrate how completely I command your pleasure?”

She rolls her hips against me, teasing me. “Yes. I want the whole fucking world to know who I belong to.”

Her declaration makes me growl. “And who’s that?”

“You, Axel. Only you.”

I slide into her with one smooth thrust. Willow gasps, her head falling back.

“You’re unbelievable,” I groan, holding her suspended in the water as I thrust up into her. “Every inch of you feels like paradise.”

“Harder,” she demands, nails digging into my shoulders. “Make me yours.”

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